2013.

Wow it is 2013! What has this year in store for us all? Reflecting back over the past twelve months, it has been a time of joy and of great sadness. The highlights were our travels to Malaysia, India, Sri Lanka and Korea. Visiting the family in San Francisco and going onto to Hawaii for a week. These travels fill us with beautiful memories and experiences. The two months in the bush were wonderful and connecting with family and friends wherever we go, is the best part of it all. Spending quality time with all five grandchildren has been the cherry on the top for us. For this we feel very blessed.

We said good bye to 2012 by spending the evening with my sister Robyn and her family. Dillion, her ten year old grandson had a wonderful time letting off fireworks in the garden, which Grandpa had provided. We arrived back at our flat at about 10:30 as the car park, at the main beach started filling up. An hour later the place was pumping. Hundreds of people had arrived and crackers were being let off. Just before midnight the pace increased and the night sky was exploding. What a magnificent display! It went on and on. I confess after admiring the display I did think about the Rands that were burning up! But I guess there is no pleasure without the pain. I am glad I do not own any pets as it would have been hell for them If you lived anywhere near the beachfront.

What about 2013? What does it hold in store for us? Some things are out of our control and we have to just wait and see. Personally, I want to read more, write more, quilt more, do some good works, spend more time with family and friends. I would love to learn new things e.g. Painting, be more daring in my quilting, spend more time in my home, declutter, enjoy my music collection, play the piano, cook more creatively and so the list goes on and on. My health is not great at the moment and hopefully this will soon be sorted and I will be able to get back to the gym, which I love. This makes 2013, a year of great possibilities. May I wish you all a year of fun, fulfillment and great HEALTH.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Silly Season!

Living in a holiday town makes one very aware of school holidays despite being retired and not very connected to schools! The queues at the tills get longer and longer, the shelves get emptied quickly, parking is at a premium and the noise coming from the beach intensifies! Our flat is opposite the "Super Tube" and wow what a gold mine this attraction has turned out to be! Everyone, from toddler to geriatric, delight in shooting down the tubes accompanied by very loud screaming. The louder the screams and screeches must indicate the level of fun and delight everyone experiences.

 

The "singing" from the karaoke bars worsens and if I have to hear "My achey breaky heart" once more, I too will become a Super Screamer! but the local economy needs the masses and the masses need the South Coast!. We as permanents, need to gird our loins by doing our shopping well in advance, stockpile our shelves and adopt a patient and welcoming stance as our cousins from up country flock to the coast.

You can tell a holiday maker a mile off. They are mostly grossly over weight, walk around barefoot and buy everything they see. On the beach the children sport new costumes, shiny new bucket and spades, beautiful new unfaded towels and the best in umbrellas. Vendors manage to sell their wares without much fuss as the visitors purchase hats, wraps and lovely grass baskets. The ice cream sellers do a roaring trade as the fatties throw caution to the wind and cool down with delicious quick melting ice creams, I am surprised no one has thought of having a mobile hot dog machine on the beach!

Of course,despite the tight planning and myriad of "to do" lists successfully ticked off, we had to do some last minute shopping. I decided I would go local instead of to the big mall. HUGE mistake! Whether you wherein the " under ten items" queue or the general queue, you waited and waited and were pushed and jostled. This is where the Christmas spirit is really put to the test!, Serve me right.

 

Traditionally Christmas Day and boxing day are the busiest ever. This year is the busiest I have ever seen the beaches. Looking down from our balcony there were traffic jams , triple parked vehicles, people pouring in from all angles. Music was blaring from all sides and the delicious smells of Braai and breyani accompanied by coconut oil from the tanners wafted up to our place. Who would want to be a lifesaver in this chaos?


 

The people stayed until the sun went down. The litter the following morning spoke volumes about the good time had by all. Another successful Silly season for all.

 

Catching up.

 Sorry but this posting should have been before the previous two but I don't know how to arrange that!

I have been quietly sulking in my corner because I could not get my  I Pad to work at our Bush place. We have to go up to the recreation centre to use their wireless and suddenly, no matter what I did I could not get to send/post  anything on my I pad. I was so disappointed and just gave up.

The remaining time was spent on finishing my jigsaw puzzles, reading and more reading and doing just a little craft work.  In between we had some lovely drives into the park with amazing sights. I can only describe the bush as being magical. With the abundance of rains everything was green and lush and the animals were enjoying the fact that they did not have to go far for their daily drinks!!

The last week Warren's sister Colleen, husband James and daughter Glynne joined us. This was Glynne's first time at the Bush house and she was such a delight to have around. Apart from our wonderful sightings in the Park at night our  special friends joined us. Firstly Janet the genet started getting rather friendly and would come up very close and we were sure he was looking for little snacks. It is an absolute no no feeding wild animals but it appears that Janet the genet has definitely been spoilt by fellow visitors to the estate. I confess that I was rather afraid of the little creature and was petrified that she would come up and rub herself against me. I tend to yelp and make a noise that is most unbecoming!!  I must have had a bad experience in my former life. But the Mitchells were delighted to meet this little creature.

The second nocturnal visitor was a bush baby who watched from the roof while we sat around the fire. His beautiful tail was a sight to behold.  He was much shyer than the genet and after staring at us took cover in the nearby tree. the visit was so brief I did not even get a photograph.

The same night once the girls had retired our friend, Buster, the hyaena came and popped by just making sure we had not forgotten him!! Glynne was thrilled to see him as we had told her so many stories about the local hyaenas. So a bumper time it was!!

The Lift.

Living on the fifth floor, which is the top floor of our block of flats, has its advantages, in fact it is the best place to be.
We overlook the Indian Ocean and the main Toti Beach. The view is stunning. At times we are able to spot whales and dolphins. which gets us very excited.

However, that is all fine and dandy until THE LIFT does not work. Before we left for overseas in February we had to pay a Special Levy which is a double whammy for us as we have two connected flats. The lift really needed fixing so that was fine. we arrived back from our travels in September and the replacement lift was still not functional. Carrying over 60 kilos of luggage up stairs is no mean feat.
We then went off to the bush for two months and we were convinced that we would arrive back to a fully functional LIFT!! It was still not working. One of the flat owners is in a wheel chair as he has had his legs amputated. Mr Rush lives on the third floor. He was virtually a prisoner in his own home for all those months. On the fifth floor a neighbour of ours Roy got very ill. He needed to go to the doctor regularly and had to be helped down the five floors......the story goes on and on.

The contractors have handed over the lift.....and it works for two or three days and then it gets stuck! So it continues. It is wonderful when it works but the thought of getting stuck in it is indeed a frightening one. I have done so much spring cleaning and need to take bags of stuff to Hospice but just don't get to do it as the blasted lift never quite works when I need it to! Soon I will be unpacking those bags and putting the things back into my cupboards!!

We are so reliant on these mechanical objects what did the people do in the old days or were there no blocks of flats??

A bloody business!

I am surprised and delighted that there is still a steady flow of readers to my blog and for that I am most grateful. I am sorry about the absence of my updates but there are a myriad of reasons and the easiest one to tell, is the lack of internet connection! But that seems to be a thing of the past for now!!

Just to catch up, before we knew it, it was time to pack up Sabie Park and set off for home. I was truly sorry to leave as the time spent there had been absolutely magical. The weather was superb, the company great, the viewing wonderful. However, all good things come to an end.

En route back to the South Coast we had been invited to spend a night with our dear friends Ed and Liz in their new home. They have built a lovely place on an estate on the outskirts of Nelspruit. The front of the house is double storeyed and has a great outlook. Just in front of their property they have developed a special garden to encourage all the local birds. how relaxing it was to sit on their balcony chatting and watching the various species of birds coming for their feed or to drink from the pond. Both Ed and Liz have an amazing knowledge of birds and their behaviour. As we enjoyed our sundowners the choir of frogs put on a Grand Performance.

Fortunately Liz had invited her sister-in-law Anne to join us and the five of us had a wonderful evening chatting and catching up.

Sorry no Anne!!

Early the next morning we set off for the Coast. It is a LOOOOONG trip and the whole journey is made longer by the frequent stops due to roadworks! We certainly live in a potholed country.

Once home we were so disappointed to find out that the lift is still not working and lugging up all our luggage was exhausting but my brave husband managed with little help from me!!
I just felt pooped! This feeling of exhaustion continued through the following day while I unpacked and got rid of the dust in our bedroom. During the second night home i woke up and durin a visit to the bathroom I woke up to find myself sprawled on the floor....I have NEVER fainted. Now I knew something was seriously wrong. Off to the Doctor who took one look at me and I was packed off to hospital where I was put on to blood transfusion with immediate effect. After extensive tests the doctor attributes my loss of blood to inflammation around my hiatus hernia.

I wish to pay tribute to all those wonderful people who take the time and trouble to donate blood!! I needed four units and watching those precious  droplets leaving the bag, travel down the tubes and into my veins for 24 hours I had time to really think about life and how wonderful it is!! The medical staff are all angels and a huge thank you goes to each and every person who helps things tick over in the hospital.
I also need to thank my supportive husband, children, sister,  brothers, nieces, nephews  and extended families and friends for their constant care and concern .....and of course I am grateful for LIFE!!

A treat indeed.

With only just over two hours of the afternoon left Warren and I decided to pop into the Park. Deciding to stick to the tar road that goes to Pambeni we were hoping to see....mmmmm whatever Mother Nature has on offer for the day! Noticing a few cars stopped up the sand road, we followed suit and there it was...or rather, there they were, Wild Dog. A rarity indeed!

Lyacaon Pictus or The African Wild Dog, means a "painted wolf like animal". I love their coats which looks as though the artist has very carelessly daubed their coats with lots of brown, black and cream paint inno particular order or pattern. They remind me of paintings I have seen of the Nguni cattle and their beautiful coats. Maybe they would look rather wonderful, done in fabric! An interesting challenge indeed.

The Wild dog's ears are big and round and rather attractive.

They move around in packs looking for dinner which usually consists of small antelope and there are lots of impala on this road. In turn, the dogs are afraid of lion and spotted hyaena. The dogs hunt their prey and bite at the victim while on the run, with everyone partaking in the feast. If their are babies back in the den then food will be regurgitated once the adults return to base.

The pack we came across consisted of about seventeen adults and seven or eight pups. We were able to keep up with them for about three kilometers while they ran, stopped and rolled, sniffed, chewed on whatever, regurgitated, pooped and peeed. It was a most amazing experience.

Evidently the dogs give off an unpleasant odour which fortunately I never experienced. I tended to meep my window rolled up as we were so close to them. I really did not need one of them to jump up and have a nibble of my arm!!

They just never co operated for a group photie as they each did their own thing. Cameras were clicking and my point and push camera worked overtime. A very excited woman in a car next to us said she took over a hundred photos. What a treat and what a wonderful sighting.

You just never know what awaits you in Kruger Park. It is all about LUCK and Timing.

Bush talk.

If you listen carefully while in the bush, you can hear all sorts of wondrous and interesting sounds. It is very early in the morning and I was awakened by the sound of the flow of the Sabie River. The river is not that close by but at certain times of the day, one can it hear it quite clearly. This of course, will depend on the direction of the wind blowing. There is not much wind this morning but sufficient to bring this magical sound up to our house. The haunting call of the Fish eagle too comes this way and should the hippos be having a morning giggle or is it gargle, we will hear them too.

The hippos playing in the Sabie River.

 

Right outside the house we have a beautiful Acacia tree and Mr and Mrs Oriole, resplendent in their bright yellow and black coats are ever so busy building a nest. Their building efforts keep being thwarted by the generous rain that falls almost daily. They seem to chat rather loudly when one is needing some extra sleep but it is a sound worth sacrificing one's sleep for. I do hope this nest building business does not bring too much stress into their lives and is completed successfully before Mrs Oriole Is ready to lay her eggs.

The nest is hidden very high up in the tree. The Oriole is rather shy and I am battling to get a good photie.

 

Yesterday morning Mother Zebra was teaching her little one "The ways of the Wild" but the little one wanted to frolic and jump around in the wet grass which resulted getting a few "klaps" alongside the earhole! The two of them seemed to enjoy having their lessons in our backyard so I get could get a bird's eye view of the goings on! Eventually Mother Zebbie knew that she had lost the little ones attention and the two of them wandered off to find the rest of the family and have their tea.

As the moon lights up the sky, the owls call to each other, exchanging the news of the night. The stars light up the magical velvet sky so there is just enough light for every creature to enjoy and feel safe. Buster the hyaena, can be heard far off in the distance, as he complains that no one has left him any grub and now he has to fend for himself. Hares and rabbits, beware as you chase around in the delicious green grass. The frogs are ever so happy as there are lots of puddles after the rains for them to play in. Their choir practice seems to go on forever. During this prolonged wet season they have a choice of which puddle to splash about in.

While I am writing, and it is only five thirty in the morning, the baboon family have sneaked up on the house. They sneak around looking for an open window but apart from our bedroom window, they are out of luck. Last week, while I was deeply engrossed in doing my jigsaw puzzle, I heard a bang and looked up and saw one of the daring teenage baboons trying to sneak into the guest bedroom. I had opened the windows but kept the fly screens down to air the room in preparation for our guests! On hearing the clang of the screen as the daring baboon unsuccessfully tried to lift it, I did my Tarzan like yell, which my husband claims will yet be the death of him. The baboon fell back and lost his balance! As there are no windows to fiddle with this morning the baboons went through our car port which has no car in it but piles of grass ready to repair the roof which they have damaged! I wonder how long it will be before they repeat their destructive handiwork.

We seem to have a resident genet which has chosen our roof as "the spot of the month" . We hear him run around with a very gentle pitter patter on the tiles of the roof sometimes and if quick with our torch, we can catch him as he jumps down onto the verandah. Once caught in the glow of the light he just sits frozen-like and stares. One almost feels like going over and stroking him! One evening last week, after we had cooked on the braai outside and then eaten our meal indoors, Warren went out using the torch, to bring in our chairs, and there was Janet the genet, sitting right on the wall of the braai obviously enjoying the warmth of the bricks after the fire had died out. Once again he just stared into the light from the torch and was totally non-plussed about the three of us watching him.

You might wonder why Janet is the genet's name. This is a tribute to our friend Wendy, who lives in Sierra Leone. She tells the story of the genet which was just born and given to her to hand-rear. When the local people heard about the genet they would ask Wendy when she was out on her walks, how 'Janet' is. Thus the genet became known as Janet despite her being a male!

One of my favourite sounds and you have to listen very carefully, is the tapping of the woodpecker as he goes about his business. I have not heard one recently but am determined to find one soon. Today I am going to sit quietly, very quietly, and hopefully I will hear a tap, tap, tap of the woodpecker once again.

What is your favourite sound? I do hope you will leave a comment then I know you are reading this blog and I also know that you are "listening."